The sharp click of metal heels and the slight grinding of the dark brown jumpsuit beneath a set of silver ceramite half-plate armor were the first cues of the psyker as she entered into the hangar shortly after the mercenary.
Moving like snakes around her would be a pair of servo skulls with long, black metal spines that flowed through the air akin to eels in water. The psyker in question was tall; a pure, white ponytail jutted out from the back of her full helmet and down past her tattered blue cloak to her lower back. A skull adorned the front of her helmet, with a red imperial V printed at the center of the skull, just above a pair of black eye sockets where the ghostly blue lumen light shone from a pair of optic sensors within the helmet. She was well built, a bit more narrow shoulders but wider and powerful hips. Scrolls and papers hung from rings to her armor and cloak, inscribed with various written wards and rites of banishment. A heavy, iron-bound grimoire sat on her hip; hung by a belt that ran across her torso; and in her right hand, she carried a slightly bent dark wood psyker staff; a unique conglomeration of simple wood adorned with multiple wires and small devices beneath a small figurine representing a watchful, open eye.
As she stepped into the hangar area, her two servo-skulls split up, fanning out on either side of her and scanning her surroundings. Adrianne too spared a glance around herself, just in case so no truck driven by an idiot servitor would 'accidentally' run her over. Alas, the notion of safety regulations seemed a foreign concept to the tech priests of Mars so well as the average imperial facility.
Having reassured herself there were no wild servitor-trucks or other pieces of heavy machinery running amok, Adrianne eventually turned her attention to the over-equipped mercenary sitting by one of the crates.
"Tech-heretek-" Adrianne's voice distorted by the metallic echo of her mask as she gave a nod towards the mercenary.
Vala was a curious case, the Psyker thought. Why Inquisition had chosen to take her on baffled the Psyker's sensibilities. While Vala certainly had the same enthusiasm for technology as any tech priest; the fact remained she was not a tech priest; her ratio of technical knowledge versus cybernetic implants and body modifications was disproportionate by any Mechanicus standards. A thought crossed Adrianne's mind that perhaps the reason the Inquisition had chosen her was because they wanted to reduce the Priesthood of Mars's influence on their operation as much as possible, but the fact that they would potentially have to leave their equipment maintenance in the hands of a heretek did not inspire much confidence in Adrianne regardless.
"Celestian Superior Aviza, I, Psyker Adrianne, have arrived." Adrianne announced, instead turned her attention towards the sister of battle currently consumed by her preparations.
"She will fall,-"
A whispering voice like broken glass coated with sugar slithered through Adrianne's mind when her gaze fell on Aviza, yet the Psyker only tilted her head slightly, ignoring it.
Something about the Sisters of Battle always unnerved the Psyker. While they may appear good hearted and even naive when you talked to them, they also had a tendency to be aloof and melodramatic. It was possible to have a perfectly good working relationship with a member of their order, only for them to suddenly turn around and run off because of some 'omen' or 'prophecy'. Beyond the extreme inconvenience such almost random behaviour might create, it was also incredibly irksome to Adrianne, because unlike some regular guardsman, Adrianne was the only one among these blunts who might credibly be able to read the future! ... at least to a certain degree.
Moving like snakes around her would be a pair of servo skulls with long, black metal spines that flowed through the air akin to eels in water. The psyker in question was tall; a pure, white ponytail jutted out from the back of her full helmet and down past her tattered blue cloak to her lower back. A skull adorned the front of her helmet, with a red imperial V printed at the center of the skull, just above a pair of black eye sockets where the ghostly blue lumen light shone from a pair of optic sensors within the helmet. She was well built, a bit more narrow shoulders but wider and powerful hips. Scrolls and papers hung from rings to her armor and cloak, inscribed with various written wards and rites of banishment. A heavy, iron-bound grimoire sat on her hip; hung by a belt that ran across her torso; and in her right hand, she carried a slightly bent dark wood psyker staff; a unique conglomeration of simple wood adorned with multiple wires and small devices beneath a small figurine representing a watchful, open eye.
As she stepped into the hangar area, her two servo-skulls split up, fanning out on either side of her and scanning her surroundings. Adrianne too spared a glance around herself, just in case so no truck driven by an idiot servitor would 'accidentally' run her over. Alas, the notion of safety regulations seemed a foreign concept to the tech priests of Mars so well as the average imperial facility.
Having reassured herself there were no wild servitor-trucks or other pieces of heavy machinery running amok, Adrianne eventually turned her attention to the over-equipped mercenary sitting by one of the crates.
"Tech-heretek-" Adrianne's voice distorted by the metallic echo of her mask as she gave a nod towards the mercenary.
Vala was a curious case, the Psyker thought. Why Inquisition had chosen to take her on baffled the Psyker's sensibilities. While Vala certainly had the same enthusiasm for technology as any tech priest; the fact remained she was not a tech priest; her ratio of technical knowledge versus cybernetic implants and body modifications was disproportionate by any Mechanicus standards. A thought crossed Adrianne's mind that perhaps the reason the Inquisition had chosen her was because they wanted to reduce the Priesthood of Mars's influence on their operation as much as possible, but the fact that they would potentially have to leave their equipment maintenance in the hands of a heretek did not inspire much confidence in Adrianne regardless.
"Celestian Superior Aviza, I, Psyker Adrianne, have arrived." Adrianne announced, instead turned her attention towards the sister of battle currently consumed by her preparations.
"She will fall,-"
A whispering voice like broken glass coated with sugar slithered through Adrianne's mind when her gaze fell on Aviza, yet the Psyker only tilted her head slightly, ignoring it.
Something about the Sisters of Battle always unnerved the Psyker. While they may appear good hearted and even naive when you talked to them, they also had a tendency to be aloof and melodramatic. It was possible to have a perfectly good working relationship with a member of their order, only for them to suddenly turn around and run off because of some 'omen' or 'prophecy'. Beyond the extreme inconvenience such almost random behaviour might create, it was also incredibly irksome to Adrianne, because unlike some regular guardsman, Adrianne was the only one among these blunts who might credibly be able to read the future! ... at least to a certain degree.
